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... rides the bike, I thought he was going to faint.
Our first stay in a Casa particular (Spanish for "private house") and it was great! It was even better than one of the hotel that we stayed in Havanna, much better!
So today we discover the Ukranians are in fact Latvians, according to our tour guide, whose name we have found out is Elaydior or Ely for short. We are going to tour old Trinidad (however I don't think there is a new part - except perhaps our resort which is separated from the town by a large lagoon). Picking up the Latvians from their hotel in old Trinidad they are very unhappy with their situation. Their tour rep has not returned ...
We'll today's story tops everything that has happened so far. Apparently our bus drivers brother died suddenly during the night so he can no longer drive us to Trinidad. There is a delay as the tour company organise a replacement bus driver and also a replacement bus (as apparently they go together). We take bets as to how long the delay will be, I opt for midday, Ian says to not be so negative and predicts 10:30am -amazingly they get it altogether by ...
... br> Sugarcane grown in the nearby hills brought money to Trinidad and when
sugarcane was done, having a marina close and the Havana authorities far, made
shipping and receiving contraband equally lucrative. Today it will be tourism that brings new
The first day here we found the town very
difficult. We couldn’t understand the
map and were constantly lost, which is frustrating because I am generally
pretty good ...
... their pigs (Murray ate my serve), we packed our gear, paid out adopted Mum and walked back around the corner to Lin Leanne’s. She seemed to be a single Mum with three girls and lived in the house with her Mum, who cooked most of the food. Our room was large with a huge green balcony filled with plants overlooking the main street. Perfect but insanely loud. Rosters crowed, salsa rumbled, 60 year old cars roared and street sellers wailed most of the night so ...